Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we need all the we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in America
Who wants to him?
No information, say yes or no
One five million
Alright, you get what you want -- money's no
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
And there are explosive bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here the cop man
Yo come here, come here Sun
Come for a minute!
Aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of nig!
Get big Adidas off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just man, pass the Cristal man.
is greedy man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you smoking none of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
Somebody go to the man
Sup
Get that soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five
(Noodles) We off with two mil kid
(Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
La cosa
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original blood bad bwoys)

Method Man

Who come to get you? None. They guns!
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Wu together as one
I call my Sun 'cause he shine like one

Verse One: Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

it
Scriptures hit the body sawed off shotties
my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole probably
Burn like the of Mogabi, for real
Ain't fraudulent here, we pioneer
a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your crown and the ground
There's a new sheriff in town holdin it
It's the two holster, shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the
Wild in the West, a student of my
And is the test, hold up
Let a catch his breath, we still payin dues
And the last one is death, back to the
that shit you stressin, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle plus my style, pays
The times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou

goes for niggaz who know
Wu will like llello, ley no
Plus in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me shit, the dutch shit
Stay cool papi, seize it with shit
Back at the lab a, bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, up a storm buyin guards margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the long
Designed for rhyme nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin
Silks finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes black rap millionaires
hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
One eight hundred gambino niggaz

Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he like one

Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

Solid gold crown is
gold, check it Sun yo
Solid crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
I be the style in the cloud with silver linings
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well
The heart the rib cage the and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and
How dare you approach it with dim
The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a mean
The grand imperial wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a
Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Davy on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand microchips two of penicillin
goes up your adrenalin son it's for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who followin
Trapped inside projects like a genie inside the bottle

Verse Four: Killer

God steppin forth upon down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me I'm under attack
So I decided to down on the mic
So the pain of the track deny the fact
That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an
hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under
'cause I strike, thunder
Niggaz stand my heat, it's unbearable
My fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killa
is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is three and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and my
Clan is and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of from the iron side of
The gat as I the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the
Watch a nigga get blown out his dome
piece, deceased, to rest

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve my way, move give me room
Holdin up your saloon, sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl a wolf outta breath
Sold only new vocal cords I Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, velocity
My teammate, enhance cells like a pharmacy
Fuck pablos plan growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, sellas become novels
The man rockin head bands, silk and jams
80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right Tiffany's
them kids that came off with 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in pavillions
flower heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all loot kid
That's jet money, undaground
and rings too bad you fucked up dummies

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